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Then the warehouse scene before you starts to shine with a blinding white light, one that soon obliterates any detail altogether. When the light fades, you are standing in a wide natural cavern, with a mirror-smooth floor. On that floor has been inscribed a vast labyrinth, which glows with an eerie white luminescence. It precisely matches the shape of the symbol on your arm, you realize, although it is much, much larger.

"Another question," comes Masfiwi's voice. "Who is responsible—" But the voice is cut off; you catch the edge of a hacking cough.

"Hello?" you call out to the space around you. "I didn't hear the question."

"Who is responsible for the symbol currently on your arm?" says the voice, somewhat weaker now. "Who put it there?"